I have strongly opposed contemporary feminism all my life. Originally, my rationale for this was that I believed women were inherently more powerful than men, in many ways. I have never felt oppressed because of my womanhood – just the opposite, actually! I’ve had a lot of advantages in life – which, I know for a fact, I would not have had, if I’d been a man.
However, until quite recently, I believed feminism had once been justified, and it was just no longer necessary, because equality has been achieved. I am proud to say, I have changed my mind. Although I first took the red pill years ago, its effects have taken a while to fully kick in.
In mainstream western culture today, saying “feminism has gone too far” is controversial enough, and therefore very few people dare go any further than that – out of fear of being labelled a ‘misogynist’. The idea that feminism can only ever be a force for good is so pervasive in society, that challenging it by just scratching the surface is enough to get someone exiled from public life for good.
Even in my anti-feminist poetry collection, ‘The Dying Femme Fatale’, my premise was that there had once been a need for feminism, and there is no such need any longer. I admit I was wrong. My thinking has evolved significantly in the last two years.